Alice’s POV
Campus life had started settling into a rhythm. Morning lectures, lunch with Callie, study sessions in the library. I liked it that way—structured, focused. Peaceful.
No drama. No distractions. Especially not the kind that came wrapped in sharp suits and smug smiles.
Callie and I were walking to our afternoon seminar when we overheard a group of girls near the fountain.
“Did you hear?” one whispered. “They say he owns a private mansion ten minutes from campus.”
“And that he drives a matte black Jaguar! I saw it yesterday near the West Gate!”
Callie raised an eyebrow at me. “Another spoiled rich guy, probably.”
I nodded, barely paying attention. “They always show up with too much perfume and a need to be worshipped.”
But part of me lingered on the topic longer than I sh
